Can you help me?
There is a book I would like to read
Hidden among the paper trees
Aisles at the bookstore
There is a story I would like to find
One lost text to make mine
Without a known author or title
The tale within is what I will write
So that someone just might
Know and tell me the answers
It is a paper world with paper streets
And newspaper sidewalks and writer’s beats
Manuscripts rare make big business there
A man must protect a manuscript rare
From all those who would dare
To murder the Raven like Poe
That is all I know.
Can you help me?
*[Note]: The story described in this poem is actually a book I found once on a shelf in B&N. It told about a city of writers where there was a manuscript so rare and valuable people would sacrifice everything to own it—and the opening mimicked the Lemony Snicket style of warning the reader “do not begin this book half-heartedly” because they might become trapped in that world. Perhaps there is some truth to this statement. I put the book back and am scouring bookshelves trying to discover it again.
So if anyone has an idea what book I mean or its author, please contact me.
